Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 984 80. Of course, the first thing to do when you have a body is to rush!

"This was not arranged by us."

First mate Sephiel, who finally regained her energy after sleeping for several days, appeared next to Blake. She looked at the quarreling orcs below and said helplessly:

"According to your instructions, we first went to Shield Island to pick up Fenna and Heya, who were about to become savages, and then came all the way here.

Fenner told me on the way that there was a powerful tauren who was looking for a smooth sailing ship back to Kalimdor, so I asked Heya to send the news to the Hall of Valor.

Said we could give Cairn Bloodhoof a ride.

These orcs came to see him off, and Lao Niu had a good relationship with them. Grom Hellscream originally planned to take a boat with Lao Niu to the Desolate Land to meet the Centaur War Khans.

But before we even got on the ship, he was seen by Garrosh who was wiping the deck, and then..."

"That little orc is too good."

Nagfar was sandwiched between Blake and Seifer, holding his father in one hand and Seifer's mother in the other. She happily reported to Blake:

"Among the five orcs, he is the one who doesn't wipe the deck clean. I asked him to clean the deck today. I originally planned to teach him a lesson. But it turns out that he also met his father.

Eh~~~

That old Hellscream was so ugly, not as handsome as my dad at all! "

"My baby is still good. You can see the biggest difference between Grom and me at a glance."

Blake nodded with great satisfaction and patted his baby daughter on the head, even though the daughter stood up straight and was a little taller than him.

These words made the group of people next to him frown.

However, the trio of warlocks who followed Miss Ship Spirit out felt that what she said was really good. They also gathered around the pirate and started blowing rainbow farts in various ways.

One said that Blake became more powerful after beating Hela, and the other said that Blake no longer wore an eye patch, and his eyes were extremely shocking.

The last one was even more heavyweight. He never raised his head when he was next to the pirate. When asked, he said that the captain's legendary power was so powerful that he was too scared to look directly at him.

Although Blake knew that these three living treasures were playing tricks, he hadn't heard their rainbow farts in a long time, which was really comforting to hear once in a while.

"It's a fight, it's a fight! Look!"

Fenna didn't care about this. This stupid soldier lay on the side of the ship, spit out the melon seed peels in his mouth, pointed down and shouted.

All the fun people immediately looked down.

Sure enough, Hellscream and his son took action.

Grom still had some sense, so instead of using Blood Roar, he used a pair of fists to knock over each of the four foul-mouthed orcs in front of him, then turned around and left with a curse.

It looked like he was angry.

I don't plan on taking the boat away with Kane.

After all, Lao Niu had a good temper. He even personally pulled up the four little orcs lying on the ground, and persuaded them together with Brox.

However, it seems that Sola and Brox are not that familiar and intimate. It seems that there are generally some family problems between the old orc and his children.

In this comparison, the relationship between the Blackhand Warchief and his two silly sons is really good. Oh, of course, it is still not as good as the "model father and son" Varok Saurfang and his calm son Dra. Nosh.

"It's boring. He just threw a few punches and left. It doesn't look like Grom Hellscream at all."

Fenner, who did not take it too seriously to watch the excitement, was still complaining from the side.

she says:

"With Grom's style, even if my own son dares to collide with him, how can it be done without removing one of his legs?"

"You, a guy who just had a life-and-death duel with your biological father, still have the nerve to criticize others?"

Blake complained softly:

"I have family problems, so I wish all the fathers and sons in the world would turn against each other, right? You are really bad."

"Hahaha, some people are really shameless."

Fenner turned her head and rolled her eyes, raised her hands to her cheeks, stuck out her tongue and made a "slightly" expression, and said:

"The bad son who almost beat his father to death still has the nerve to criticize me?"

"Throw her into the sea!"

Blake's face darkened, and he turned to say something to his good daughter.

"okay."

Nagfar responded with a laugh.

She stretched out her hand and waved upward fiercely, and in the next moment, amid Fenner's scream, she "took off" from the deck of the ghost ship and flew towards the distant sea.

"I won't take you like this! I'm your 'aunt'! You bad guy! Wait until I come back to deal with you!"

"I'm going to play, dad. Call me when we're about to leave."

Nagfar, who had helped Bad Dad out, clapped his hands, waved goodbye to Blake, and then led his three henchmen to the cabin with a swagger.

The trio of warlocks said goodbye to the captain flatteringly, and followed their "new legs" away. Along the way, they were still discussing the "best way to play," "time to farm treasure," "evil ways to play," and so on. of words.

The pirate frowned at this.

He turned to look at Sephiel and said:

"What's going on? Is she a bad learner?"

"Not really."

Sephiel reluctantly told Blake what happened in the past few days. After hearing that the three warlocks had taken up the job of "taking care of children to play with", Blake's eyes immediately became strange.

My first mate still knows people and makes good use of them.

These three guys are very familiar with doing this kind of thing.

With them spending time with Nagfar, he and Sephiel don't have to worry about the ship spirit interfering with the overall operation of the ghost ship.

"Not bad."

Blake nodded with satisfaction and said to Sephiel:

"Tell those three guys to let them communicate with the mechanical gnomes and arrange their spare time for my precious daughter, but you must also be careful and don't raise my daughter to waste."

"She's cumming."

Sephiel stuck out his tongue and complained:

"I don't know where I learned Xal'atath's method in the past few days. I planned to get me some 'clothes'. Fortunately, I discovered it early. There are still several unconscious Nightborne and Quill lying in the cabin. As for the Dore elf, I don’t know where she was kidnapped.

I suspect it was the three warlocks who helped.

They are first-rate scoundrels, just like when they first served you, they will accept all Nagfar's requests regardless of whether they are good or evil. "

"Well, you need to be taught a lesson."

Blake frowned, patted Thaqir who was "playing dead" on his waist, and said:

"Send the Draenei that Xal'atath brought back from Draenor into the captain's cabin. I will prepare a set of 'clothes' for Sir Tha'kiel, and then let him command the three warlocks.

Those who dare to lead my treasures into mischief will be rewarded by their good deeds! "

After saying that, the stinky pirate glanced at the orcs on the side of the ship and said:

"There will be a group of shield maidens who will board the ship soon to replace Creedon and the others as marines. You can arrange rooms for them, and then give them a gladiatorial arena or something like that in the second-floor cabin."

"There's not enough space."

Sephiel took off his captain's hat and said with a headache:

"Originally I thought the Nagfar was already big enough, but now there are more and more areas that need to be separated, and the lower cabin is occupied by Xal'atas as a dragon's nest. The ship is already stretched."

"It doesn't matter, just upgrade."

Blake comforted him as he walked towards the captain's cabin:

"Now that we have the Ship Spirit, the last enhancement of 'ambition' should also be put on the agenda. This time when I go to Kalimdor, I will go to Ashenvale Forest and Mount Hyjal to see if I can get some good wood for my baby. Expand the interior space again.

Speaking of which, isn't Farodis also on board?

Didn't you try to create space extensions for several cabins? "

“It’s a life of trying.”

Sephiel whispered:

"But Nagfar felt uncomfortable. She said it was opening holes in her stomach and would keep her awake at night. She also complained that her father no longer loved her and was going to kill her."

"."

Blake covered his eyes speechlessly and said:

"Okay, there are pros and cons, I admit it."

——

"Be gentle! Don't be so rough, okay? This is my first time too!"

"Okay, I was wrong. You maintain this position and I will adjust the angle. Isn't the friction a bit strong? It hurts. Do you want to apply some lubricant?"

"You can't even get this right? Captain, have you been overworked recently? Are your eyes blurred? Hey, hey, hey! Slow down, look, this spray is all over the floor!

I'll have to clean it up later!

Isn't it disgusting? "

"Shut up! Hold on, don't move, we're about to go in."

Ten minutes later, in the captain's room with the door closed, a rather inappropriate conversation between the first parasaurus and the stinky pirate came out. The two of them are cooperating with all their concentration, and it seems that they are doing something that requires a lot of concentration.

Sephiel was holding the skull of Thal'kiel's Skull, and Blake, who was sweating profusely, was holding the matching spine of Thal'kiel's Skull in his hand. On the chair in front of the two of them, a headless and whipped man was tied up. A draenei with a missing spine.

The guy's neck was still bleeding out, and his eyes were wide open with his head stuffed with linen lying in a pool of blood underneath him.

On the table next to the smelly pirate, Salamaini was stained with blood and had not had time to wash it off, making the scene as horrifying as the scene of dismemberment.

"Can you two do it?"

Old man Sachiel, who was held by Sephiel, witnessed the whole process. He urged in an anxious and expectant tone:

"Isn't it just to connect the spine? Look at what you two did for such a simple task is like killing a pig! Do you still have the nerve to claim to be a great warlock? My evil apprentice, you really disappoint me."

"Shut up, isn't it all because you ask for too much?"

Blake wiped his sweat and cursed fiercely:

"This kind of thing only needs to connect your head to the position of his head, but you have to replace your own spine. Can this be done casually?

If my hands weren't steady enough, would your request be enough to stump 99% of the doctors and warlocks in this world? Do you want me to throw this corpse into the sea and feed it to the fish? "

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm just telling you, don't be angry, my apprentice, you continue, your technique is quite exquisite."

Thatchi suddenly became frightened.

The old man said carefully:

"Would you like me to sing you a ballad from Argus to help you relax?"

"Shh!"

Black, who was busy, glanced at the Skull of Tha'kiel, who immediately became quiet.

In fact, among the three people present, apart from Sephiel, who knew nothing about this evil ritual, the remaining two guys understood why Satqir had to change his spine into this "clothing".

Its skull and spine are a set of magic tools. If only the skull is replaced and the spine is left in the hands of the stinky pirates, it means that Thakir will still be controlled by the stinky pirates.

This is not what it wants.

Blake's willingness to help it with this seemingly excessive request and complete a difficult "vertebral replacement" surgery was also the Pirate's way of showing his "sincerity" to Thakir.

There was no need for him to retain his control over Thal'kiel in such a way that left no consequences. The two of them had the same interest in fighting Archimonde.

With this relationship, he helped Sakir this time. Next time he encounters trouble, it is Sachir's turn to "express" it.

This is how human relationships are cultivated.

Only when you come and go can we have a real "cooperative relationship".

"Done!"

A few minutes later, the pirate used his astonishingly steady hands to completely knead Tha'kiel's spine with the body of the unlucky Delaney. Under Tha'kiel's hasty guidance, he wrapped the corpse with void energy. It regains its cursed vitality.

As a void energy that can derive something like the "curse of flesh and blood", its ability in this area is definitely the most "professional" among the six powers.

"Put me up, little girl, and aim a little."

Sachiel watched the corpse's fingers beating, and shouted to Sephiel. The first parasaurus stepped forward, held the skull in both hands, and placed it at the end of the spine like a head.

With a click, Satchel's mouth moved up and down, and after Blake removed his hands, he broke the rope wrapped around his body.

He looked like a baby who had just learned to walk, or like a patient who had been lying in bed for many years. He walked around a few steps crookedly holding on to the table.

It was very awkward at first, like a fish jumping on the ground.

But soon, he got used to this "down to earth" feeling again.

As Sephiel and Black watched, Thal'kiel walked and jumped on the spot. If the space wasn't big enough, the stinky pirate suspected that the old guy would perform a mid-air split on the spot.

It was obvious that he was very excited.

But tens of thousands of years of torture had made him look down on everything, so he soon calmed down.

As the pirate watched, this strange guy with a skull head but a body of flesh and blood squatted down and put his fingers on the pool of blood on the ground.

The mouth of its skull moved up and down, silently reciting the incantation, and saw the splashed blood flowing back to the fingertips, and being absorbed back into its new body by Thaqir.

Finally, he lifted up the head of the draenei who was still staring at death and put it in his hand to "appreciate" it carefully.

A few seconds later, Thaqir raised his head, staring at Blake with eyes burning with green flames, leaned over to thank him very sincerely, and asked again:

"What's this guy's name?"

"Uh, it seems to be called Maladar."

Blake took the handkerchief handed by the first mate and wiped the sweat from his forehead while saying:

"He is an evil man who hides in abandoned tombs to study souls. It is said that he was a Draenei archbishop before he fell. If it weren't for the disgusting psychic experiments he was conducting, my servants would not be here either. So easy to catch him.

How about it?

Are you still satisfied with this body? "

"Very satisfied."

Thaqir let out a hoarse, dry laugh, raised his finger, and looked at the shadow magic lingering on his fingertips.

His weird spine and skull ignited green flames at the same time, bridging the gap between bones and flesh as if filled with flesh and blood, making this new initiate look full of the evil of a villain.

He said:

"Every piece of flesh and blood is full of corrupted magic. He is obviously very talented but doesn't know how to use it. It's like a problem bothering him. He wants the answer, but he can't find the key to unlock the power.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

I'll make the best of what he has left, but before that, I need to take a shower. This guy has terrible hygiene habits. "

"Do you need me to find some shield maidens to rub your back? Lord Thal'kiel."

Blake picked up his pipe and said:

"Perhaps thirty thousand years of suffering have not dampened the passion in your heart. If a certain part of this body is not used, it would be a waste to keep it."

"Haha, I can't stand Odin's shieldmaiden."

Thaqir took a black hooded coat from the first mate, stretched out his hand to pull up the hood, and covered his horrified skull head. After taking a few steps, he turned back and said to the pirate:

"You still have a few elves on your ship who were kidnapped by your daughter, right? Do you need them?"

The pirate curled his lips and shrugged, showing an expression that said "all men understand" and looked at scum.

"Very good, I just need a few apprentices to serve me."

Thaqir coughed a few times and said:

"Take them to my bathroom, I want to 'check' their spell-casting talents. Hey, what do you mean by that obscene expression?

Believe it or not, I can destroy your ship with one finger of death? "